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| CAST ok CHARACTERS PATRICIA WARREN, heroine, secretary to Don Monteray, actor-playwright. TEISSY WARREN. Pats’’ cousin and roommate in New York. DON MONTERAY, Patricia's employer. | ROSAMOND AKERS, Patricia's rival. Yesterday: Pat becomes the shield between Don and the outside | world. At the same time she is falling in love with Don,

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CHAPTER FOUR : T= days passed quickly, becoming more clock-like with every. nassing hour, Pats: ran her litble .07ife with a master hand. She wrote ees answered the telephone; handled love-sick femininity, reporters and budding authors with tactful =fficiency. And she learned to wait with- feverish | anticipation for "the rare times when Don sent for her, when she found him tumbled as to hair, exultant with crea-~\ tive prowess. At these times he needed a listener. the one thing to which he was accustomec. companionship. To him . she was not a personality, simply a human being who would listen. Stubbornly she clung to her selfeffacing role She was desperately lonely. As the plain and -capable Miss Warren she dared have no contacts with anyone and so. carefully did she live her part that her own gay, fun-loving self became almost a stranger. Night after night she sat in some obscure theater where one of Don's pictures was having a second or third run and at these times she was neither Pats nor Miss Warren. She was a dreamyZeyed woman in love.

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NE evening, remaining late to finish her work. ‘Pats went to the drug store for a sustaining malted milk.. Stepping from the elevator on her return she saw a girl enter her office. The living room’ door beyond stood open. As plans for the circumvention of the girl's obvious intention flitted through her mind, - Don appeared in the act of closing the door. “Rosie . . .” he gasped, and Pats received the impression that his cor- * diality was more than a little forced. ‘Rosie—that was the name of the girl whose letter he had refused to answer. “How are you?” He extended his hand but the girl ignored it. With a glad cry she threw her

arms around his neck and, kissed

him lingeringly. ® 2 ; HE girl was pretty in a hard, brittle way.. She was tall and willowy, her hair was definitély red, her eyes luminously brown. Pats, busying herself at the desk, could not help hearing every word that was said. She thought the girl a trifie overdone, too perfect as to lipstick and rouge, the waves of her hair too painfully even, the little

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viously arranged. *T thought you were in Hollywood,” Don said, extricating himself fom the girl's embrace. “What- happdned to your contract?” “It was a beastly contract,) Rosie complained. “I walked out on it.” “Not a very wise procedure ‘in the picture game,” Don commented mildly. Rose's tone became sweetly aggrieved. “I was lost without you, Don.” Hesitating the fraction of a second, she asked, childishly wistful, “You wanted me to come, didn’t you?” “Naturally I'm glad to see you,” the gentleman in Don responded. , “I knew you would be, Don,” she went eagerly on. “I have an idea. You know Baker is producing another red-head show in New York. It’s the chance I've been waiting for. You'll help me get in, Won't you?” “Now listen, Rosie—"1Don’s tone . was faintly oSesharaind. = ” KNEW it wouldn't fail me,” she interrupted. .“You're my own darling and of course you'll help me.” Her voice fairly dripped with ingratiating sweetness. “Honestly I'd like to, Rosie. You know I've always helped you .in the past, but I haye ‘no drag with Baker.” “Don’t be silly, Don.” Out of the corner of her eye Pats saw the brilliant Rosie cross the room and perch herself on the arm of Don’s chair. A consuming fury suddenly posessed Pats. “Don, darling,” Rosie cooed, with her cheek pressed to his, “You wouldn’t let me down. All I need is an introduction|/to Baker.”

“Sorry, Rosic.” He disengaged her!

clinging arms and got tol his feet. “Look,” he went on—it was cbviously a last stand—“I got you a| place in the pictures when you came to me in Hollywood. That was your ,chance.” fo ~ “But I was lonely without you.” She laid her bright, smooth head on his shoulder. “They weren't nice to me, Don,” she said pathetically. Pats heard Don heave a great sigh, knew that he had lost the battle. Y¢ “Tll do what I can,” quietly. “We'll row.” Rosie threw her arms around his neck, she laughed and kissed him. She danced away and back to Kiss him again. Her tears had vanished; a =» = -| ARLING, darling, Don,” she gushed. Pats, furious, picked up the telephone directory and slammed it. down. Behind $he ridiculous glasses her eyes filled with angry tears. What right had this girl to impose herself upon Don? Ushering Rosie to the door. he stopped beside Pats’ desk. | “This is Rosamond Akers,” he announced in 2 tired voice. “My secretary, Rosie, Miss—er—Warren.” Pats murmured something, politely. Rosie nodded briefly, darting amused glances from Pats to « Don. Plainly her expression said, “Where in the world did you find this?” Pats felt the color creep into her cheeks but they had forgotten her. “You'll take me to dinner, won't you, Don?” Rosie asked, prettily. He thrust -his hands into his trouser pockets with a gesture of futility. “I suppose so,” he sighed. “Some lovely place,” she carroled rapturously. “I want to walk in and have people stare at me and wonder who the girl is with Don Monteray. I have a duck of a gown; Don. You'll be proud of me.” He was edging her toward the door. . “I'm in 1014. Come :down in about an hour.” With a wave of her white hand she was gone. Pats said, “If you'll sign these Setters, Mr, Monteray—I'm sorry to late.”

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Don passed his hand over his wandsome head. “Oh-h,” he muttered, “is there no limit?” = He threw out his arms in a helpless, half-comical gesture. “I’m in for it,” he stated.- “Let the letters go till tomorrow, d’you mind?” = 8 ”

ERTAINLY, Mr. Monteray,” { Pats cleared her desk and prepared to depart. Don drppped into a _chair, seemed inclined to talk. “When I was a kid in Missouri, Rcsie’s father was our yard man. They lived in, a cottage on the place. I used to play with the boys. Akers was a fine old chap ...” He frowned thoughtfully. “I don’t remember Rosie in those days; she says she was a mere baby. I would have sworn there was only one girl, older. She would have been about 27 or 28 now . ..” To herself Pats said, “That's ie. Men are so easily fooled.” Don talked on moodily. “My mother: was awfully good to them, we all were, and when Rosie ap-

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peared in Hollywood I turned heaven and earth to help her. I guess I started something,” he ended with a rueful shrug. Pats put on her hat—she had a savage impulse to trample it un-

hanging jacket and stood, darklygloved hands folded over her neat purse. For the first time in her life she was seething with jealousy, green-eyed with hate. Another woman was going out tonight with Don Monteray. And she, Pats, -with her golden curls hidden, the roses in her cheeks camouflaged with nasty makeup, the bzautiful lines of her figure caricatured with frumpy clothes, stormed inwardly at the cruel injustice of fate, “Good night,” she said, and Don looked up, startled out of ‘his harassed thoughts. “Oh—good night.” The street lights blurred before Pats’ eyes as she trudged home in her hateful shoes

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

COLLEGE YOW—-By Philip Johnson

ALPH HAMILTON played each card deliberately, yet automaitcally—the game of solitaire was merely an alternative to pacing the floor. As he Jurned over card after card, he wags thinking of the rendezvous which” he was waiting to keep—of the vow made by four college chums to meet exactly 10 years after graduation for a reunion game of poker. With a cynical twist of his lips, he stared at the neat pile of cards, recalling the solemnity with which four youths had sat at a similar table and pledged themselves to come from the ends of the earth, if necessary, to keep the appointment. “From the engls of the earth!” he muttered harshly.

Not unless prison was considered the end of the earth! Seven years of his life taken from him in punishment for a crime that he hadn't committed. It might vas well have been 70 instead of only seven—it couldn’t have mattered more. No, there had been no need for him to make. a long journey; and, as for the others, he knew that they, tco, were in New York. I ” ” ” UDDENLY, he threw down. the cards in his hand, arose, and strode back and forth in the small hotel room. The bitterness in his dark eyes deepened, and his lean jaw tightened grimly. . The others probably wouldn't come. He could no longer count on anyone's friendship. Friends! People who were either embarrassed by association with you, or openly repelled—these were friends! He threw himself onto the bed and. lay there staring ‘through the room's. sole window. [There were no bars across it, but he could-feel them there: Soon he would know whether or not- his last three friends would fail him. ‘because of the shadow of those ‘bars. A scowl crossed his forehead. “What ‘did he care whether they came or not! He turned over and buried his face in the pillow. 2 2 2 . AT 8 o'clock he put on his hat and left the room. He reached the lobby and went out into a drizzling rain, against ‘which he made no defense other than turning up the collar of his coat. Then, with head lowered, he plodded several blocks to the intersection of Fifth Ave. and Forty-second St. He crossed the avenue and stood before the public library. His gaze traveled along the sidewalk, then up the steps leading to the building, but there was no familiar face in the stream of passersby -or among the ever-present loiterers. He climbed the steps and sought shelter from the rain beside one of the huge pillars before the main entrance of the library. He ‘took out his watch. Eight-twenty! Ten minutes more. The hope that the others would be early had been an empty one. But then, this couldn't mean so much to them! They didn’t know how stone walls could close in on you, relentlessly ‘crushing all hope and ambition. ‘They didn’t know that life for an ex-convict could be filled with barriers as impassable as the more tangible prison walls of concrete and steel. With a shudder, he wrenched his thoughts back to the scene vefore him. 3 ” 7 HE minutes crawled toward the appointed time, and his eyes grew tired from the intensity of their search of passing faces. Eight-thirty! And still the others had not come. . . “They're probably just late,” he told himself. Just - late. They: couldn’t have forgotten! | His fingers trembled as he: lit a cigaret; he inhaled quickly and deeply as he looked down, through

J, the rain, at the wet street. It was

a bad night to. get anywhere on time. _Eight-forty! He dropped the cigaret, crushed it with his foot, and descended to the sidewalk to make a circuit of the street corners, vainly giving each ‘person he passed a careful scrutiny. Faces coming to him and falling away. Too many faces— sand not the right ones. ”n n n

E climbed again to his post of observation beside the library pillar. The minute hand of ‘his watch, that had moved :so slowly before, now raced, until he saw it reach the hour mark. Even then, in vague desperation, he waited five minutes longer before giving up. As he went down the broad stone steps, he settled his hat more tigh:ly upon his head and drew his coat collar’ more closely about his neck. He was cold now—cold and depressed. The last forlorn vestiges of his hope fell with each slow Step downward. Down, down. . . . The taxicab skidding around the corner attempted to avoid the man walking blindly across its path, but the wheels failed to respond quickly enough. The squeal of brakes mingled with shrieks of onlookers. ; 8 8:8 N hour later, in a ward of a nearby hospital, a husky man,

immaculate in evening clothes, stood beside a ‘white-enameled hed.

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looked down at the unconscious figure of Ralph Hamilton. A young interne’ approached. “Mr. Hanson, I believe?” The visitor nodded, not lifting his gaze from the bed. “It was good of you to come, Mr. Hanson. As I believe you were told over the telephone, you were called because your name and address were on a card in the patient's wallet. Apparently, inere, was no one | else to call.” “We were friends a long time ago,” Mr. Hanson replied, his voice low and husky. “Is he hurt badly?”

“His condition is serious, but not dangerous,” the doctor answered reassuringly. “He will probably reZain consciousness in an hour or two. But there was something else I wanted to speak to you about.” He took an object from his pocket. “I wanted to show ycu this. It's the back of the patient’s watch, which was found broken. Since your: first name is Paul, Mr. Hanson, I thought you might be interested.” Paul Hanson took the bent piece of ‘metal and examined the yellow slip of paper pasted on its concave inner surface. He stiffened as he read the words: “Paul, Frank and Jim. Reunion €:30 p. m, May 31, 1937. Library steps.” “You see, he was run over in front of the library,” the interne continued, watching the other with interest. “And today is May 31st.” For a moment Hanson did not reply. Then he said abruptly, “I'd like to use a telephone. It's im-

portant!” ] ATER, in a private room of the hospital, threé® men watched Ralph’s eyelids flicker: open. The first bewilderment in his eyes changed to recognition as his gaze rested on each of them in a slow circling of the room. They: were all there—Paul Hanson, Frank Gordon and James Matthews. He closed his eyes. weak smile appeared on his lips, as he murmured faintly: “Just late—you didn't forget!” THE END.

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